tears rim the edges of her lids as her chest rises and falls, an ache eliciting through her body upon each gasp of breath. shakily her arm lifts, fingers barely curling to a fist as they fall against the wooden door. her body can’t help but lean against it, her forehead pressing into the wood as her eyes fall closed, tongue dipping from her mouth to moisten her lower lip before her teeth are digging into the pinkend flesh. her knuckles continue to collide with the door and all she needs is a familiar face, warm arms and somebody who makes her feel safe. because after what she’s just been told — after what she’s just found out regarding calliope and mark — she needs alex — needs her brother.
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